So, oh woe is me. Oh, woe is me.
I needed to feel sorry for myself for a second. I'm better.
I have been so bloggy absent. I think I missed my one-year blogaversary, too. I have been too sick with all day morning sickness, too tired, too hormonal, too irritable, too everything to write or read any blogs. I mean, come on, I cried during an episode of Desperate Housewives. I left the water running in the kitchen sink for some amount of time and had no recollection of why I had turned it on in the first place. I cried during Supernanny. I lost my grocery list in the car when I know I just had it in my hand. How many places could it have gone to in the car?
I have had to take a break lately. I couldn't concentrate on blogging and trying to keep myself awake and sane and from throwing up. I tried to catch up on some of your blogs today. Also, I haven't had anything much to say...any blog posts lately would have been all complaints about the newly acquired nerve pain down my left leg, my nausea and lack of sleep. So, believe me, it was best that I didn't write.
But tonight, Max and I are going to a Poo Poo Party. Max's friend, Simon, who is three years old, pooped in the potty for seven days in a row, so his parents are throwing him a poo poo party and only boys are invited. This is the most exciting thing that has happened to me since I found out I was pregnant seven weeks ago. I might as well be going to a fancy restaurant and then to a Bon Jovi concert. I am way too excited to go to this poop party. But, no fear, I will tell you all about it in my next post.
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